Nuckalevee, Demon of hell

Within the mirror I beheld a reflection that wasn't my own. I knew what the hellish terrible vision standing in front of me, staring back from the darkness of the mirror represented. It was the demon inside of me that wanted to scourge the earth.

It was a Nuckalevee.

A unique and solitary creature possessing extensive evil powers, it can influence events throughout the world. It's breath was toxic and could wither crops, cause a drought and inflict disease and plague upon humans and livestock. The smell of burning seaweed infuriates him, driving him into a fit of rage, and the only person who can stop him is the Mither O'the Sea.

It is strongly built and stands nearly 6 feet tall at the horsehead, and about 9 feet at the humanoid head. It has a weight of about 2000 pounds. It resembles a horse whose legs are part fin, like a fish, and has a single giant eye which burns with a red flame. A human with a large head is merged along the back of the horse's body, like a large centaur.

I had progressed into the depths of witchcraft and sorcery to conjure this hellish creature. Now I will use it to exact revenge, to reclaim the power and wealth stolen from me years ago. They will pay. I turned from the mirror of the handsomely well kept bathroom, the thing galloped down unto the floor, walking awkwardly by my side. I stepped briskly, the deed had to be done quickly.

The hired guards drew their pitiful guns. Nuckalevee, I will say Nucka, saves me time, grabbed the two guards and ripped them in two, drinking their blood as he flings their worthless carcass aside. Three more come dashing down the stairs, I hear their bones crack as they scream in agony. Clients are running everywhere, they die as they open their mouths to scream. I don't look back as screams echo and blood stain my immaculate clothing. Some try to escape. I beckon to the security guard on duty to press the lockdown button, he dies as he does so, no second thoughts to be entertained of opening the doors again. No one escapes tonight. Nucka is having the time of his life. He hates humans.

Nucka opens his mouth and breathes the most putrid breath ever breathed and plagues, diseases and mayhem ensued. Boils, evil smelling pus and gangrenous blood dripped from the bodies of anyone in his presence. I was immune since I had summoned him, and technically I was an extension of him and myself.

In my hand was the burning scent of seaweed which infuriates the beast and drives him to even higher states of madness than he was known to be capable. People writhed upon the floor where they had fallen in agony. He stepped upon and over their suffering forms in his rush to inflict suffering and pain.

We mowed down everyone in our path, my main targets were cowering in their offices. The ones who had stolen that which I had worked so hard to build. The company was mine, all twenty three floors of success, wealth and power, Mine.

Nucka lit into the door of Brandon, the Biggest thief of them all.

"Please, for God's sake Marianna, what are you doing. What is that thing. What do you want"? Really, imbecilic questions to which he already knew the answer. I gestured and Nucka struck.

"I want my company back, you 'expletive' thieves. I will have it all since by name is still on the list of partners, I may not have any voting powers now, thanks to you all, but once you are all dead, I will be all that is left". I now could summon the powers of hell to make it happen.

The horse's head bit Brandon's head clean off, blood squirted onto the windows of the 23rd floor. He chewed the hands and feet, spitting out the bones, dropped the rest of him onto the floor and followed me out.

"Good Nucka". I said, patting the blood soaked body of the horse/man-thing.

Jason, George and Clark had hidden in the executive bathroom of the 23rd floor. They cringed, cried and begged as the double doors splintered and Nucka galloped in, severing arteries and ripping off heads from their bodies.

Oh, the amounts of blood covering the walls. I was now sated, my enemies were dead

"Go Nucka, finish everyone off". I could hear the police sirens screaming, sounding far away as my brain adjusted to reality and the present.

Nucka summoned demons from the mirror, so many I could not count. They drank the blood and ate the souls and bodies of the dead and dying. Barely anything human was traceable or visible when the police arrived.

When the lawmen finally pulled up out front, and the sirens stopped, we were long inside the mirror again.

Nuckalevee had returned to hell after I thanked him profusely. The demons were quite excited and did not go back willingly. Nucka threatened them with punishment of human weakness if they ticked him off. They gladly returned home.

I had washed and changed in one of the bathrooms. I had planned for every eventuality you see.

I came running through the crowd, crying and bemoaning my unfortunate colleagues. What happened, is anyone alive, who could have done this terrible thing? I was most sincere in asking the authorities to find who had done the horrendous deed. They promised to do all that they could to bring the perpetrators to justice. Please do, I asked as tears rolled down my cheeks. They covered me with a comforting blanket.

All the cameras had been disabled or ripped out as we went about our murderous rampage. Even if computer or social media images had been sent, no one would have seen me. Only a few could see both Nucka and I at the same time.

On the radio I heard reports of a few tidal waves, tsunamis and hail in August. The far reaching repercussions of the creature's power had spread farther than I had expected. I wonder if more people had died.

That is when I saw Marsha Blakely staggering out of the building covered in blood. She looked directly at me. Marsha always did have the gift of second sight. I ran to her hugging her.

"You can either be a very rich woman, or a very dead woman. You choose".

She stared from me to the cops, from the cops back to me a few times, I wonder which she will choose.

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Orkney folklore is a tangled web of interconnected threads, combining elements of Norse, Scottish and Celtic mythology. There is absolutely no doubt that the impact of the Norse arrival on the islands was considerable. Their folklore fused with the indigenous folklore of the time, creating the Orcadian tales and lore we know today; folklore with a distinctive Celtic/Pictic base unto which many strong Norse elements were grafted. The Nuckelavee or Nuckalevee is a horse-like demon from Orcadian folklore that combines human and equine elements. It is the most malevolent of the demons, without any redeeming characteristics. In summer months it was restrained in the depths of the ocean by the deity known as 'The Mither O'the Sea'.